it was a funny day, not funny ha-ha, a funny sunny rather dark emo day. it was an off day for me, tho i was on duty, and i 'pologized to lulu and gave her a pink flower. idle know if i started something, but she has a taste for flowers now, even dead lilies, and she remembers the same ones and snaps at them as we pass. i dint sleep much last night, idle know why. i'm still reading david lynch's room to dream, but it didn't keep me up, though i did wake up and read. i went home to water my sad plants today, and i felt bad about my dead bonsai pine and almost watered it anyway. i thought of david lynch's liking of dead plants. i just can't throw it away. in fact there are many things in there i can't throw away. it may be a zone where disused things are drawn to accumulate, a zone that resists throwing away. so i just stay away, now that i can, at r.'s place, and this week i stay at mister's while his human goes on a cruise. at home i picked up my david lynch movies. i just read about eraserhead and thought i'd like to revisit that strange little world. we did go back to the swimming hole, and there was a crew sawing the pavement or something and i thought, oh hell what are they gonna do to our crumbly paradise, but i forgot about them directly. there was a regular looking guy with a trim beard with a pale girl with interesting tattoos though i couldn't look long, and bright green hair, like the girl troll i put with the blue haired boy troll for company to mind the swamp. this is a dense cluster of words signifying i'm afraid not much other than if you are reading still you are a good soul and i hope this doesn't leave you annoyed for having wasted good time. that is not my wish, and i hope that some connection is being made. it's all good, right?